Paper Cut Eyes

What will I be?

What will I be?

There are so many ways to change a life.

So many more to break a spirit.

Which one will I be?

Will I live to kill another inside,

or will I work to give a person new life.

Which one will I choose?

Will I live to see another long day,

or has my spirit died anyway.

Were all my attempts really in vain?

Which one am I now?

I'm tired of trying,

to be something I'm not.

The fact is I'm broken;

much more I don't know.